Road-tripping to the away game with 12 strangers.
ROAD-TRIPPING TO THE AWAY GAME WITH 12 STRANGERS.
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Remember those late nights? The color-coded notes that were less about organization and more about convincing yourself you had it all together? The hushed despair in the library stacks, a silent understanding shared with others hunched over textbooks? We’ve all been there. That pressure cooker environment, where every grade felt like the world hinged on it. But then there were moments of pure, unadulterated release. Like the call of game day, especially when it meant escaping the campus bubble. One brisk Saturday, the email popped up: 'Need a ride to the away game? Last-minute spots!' You signed up, almost on impulse. And just like that, you were crammed into a beat-up van, surrounded by 12 faces you barely recognized from campus – a mix of wide-eyed freshmen and jaded seniors. The rivalries felt ancient, primal. The collective energy of that road trip, fueled by questionable snacks and off-key chants, started to chip away at the initial awkwardness. Conversations drifted from the upcoming exam to the legendary tales of past victories. The shared identity, forged in the fires of academic intensity and celebrated with this spontaneous pilgrimage, was palpable. You looked around, realizing these strangers, bound by a shared destination and an even deeper, unspoken shared experience of Ivy life, were becoming something more. What stories did they carry? What color-coded battles had they fought, what stacks had they cried in? The road stretched ahead, promising not just a game, but a chapter in a story waiting to unfold.